Gord

2019-10-29 07:41 am

Horns, voice of the poor,
Holy, vision is only.
Rather, than coroner's noise,
Throw the dice of paradise your holding.
Father, can corners point?
How can a leader lead,
Scared of people peeping,
Their knowledge growing.
To plough after planting seeds,
Scared of people leaving,
Father, am I to join?
I feel my collage is nothing,
My college is nodding,
Politicians are nodding,
Should I be hoar myself,
Before myself?
Should I embrace my life,
Before death?
Should I allow imbibing,
Am I building a shelf,
Or finding myself?